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Hearing that he could enter the dungeon, Fang Zheng was not nervous at all, because he had the old Jeff by his side, so under the strong strength of the other party, Fang Zheng thought not of his own danger, but of the benefits he could get.

But on the contrary, Wu Yong, who was beaten and lost a lot of health, and the equipment on his body was destroyed by the old Jeff, couldn't help but scold, but Wu Yong was able to get a piece of equipment and props, and he also had his own strength and confidence.

So just when the countdown was taking place, Wu Yong first knocked a bottle of red potion, and then pinched a piece of coal that seemed to be burned out, and after it was used up, the pitted stones were crushed above his head, so the equipment that fell on the ground flew back to Wu Yong's body like going back in time, and two rays of light sucked Fang Zheng and Wu Yong in.

In a flash, standing in a super-large cafeteria that seemed to have expanded the university's already large enough cafeteria by more than ten times, Fang Zheng raised his eyes and looked around, his heart trembled, and when he saw Wu Yong, who had more than enough clothes around him, Fang Zheng was stunned.

"How did you get in!"

The two asked each other in unison, and then they didn't know the answer, and they didn't answer, but Old Jeff said: "You are really a pink newcomer, you don't even know this thing, the token you two just held in your hands should be designated to enter this copy, and the old man who dressed you before should have given this kid the same token, I have seen a lot of this kind of person, and I always like to cast a wide net, and I think that the chances of getting talents can be increased." ”

Hearing the old Jeff's experience, Fang Zheng nodded and didn't speak, while Wu Yong was surprised by the old Jeff's knowledge, but because Fang Zheng didn't say anything, Wu Yong didn't want to ask the old Jeff about his origins, but it was always good to be able to let himself guide him more about things he didn't know about this world.

After Fang Zheng buckled the battle royal to his left wrist, he held the U-shaped grip that he had just found to stabilize the weapon, and inserted the Winchester M1783 into his waist, and then picked up the Type 92 pistol that Old Jeff had bought for him with his right hand, and looked at the other magazines that Old Jeff had prepared for himself very intimately, and felt quite helpless.

"I said big brother, you are so powerful that you can't do it together, you have to let me do it myself?"

"It's not interesting for me to do it, the more times like this, the more you need to hone yourself, have you forgotten that you are a person who is constantly struggling with God's game?"

"Yes, I still remember that I was a mage, so now I can't summon my skeleton warrior because of summoning you, and then you don't help but talk cool here, because in the battle just now, my previous spell results were not imprinted, so now I, a mage, have become a gunslinger, and by the way, I also have a part-time melee fight!" Shaking the things in his hands, Fang Zheng pulled the bolt, and when he heard this comforting click, his mood was better.

And Wu Yong on the side took out the fist gloves that were full of thorns on the back of his fists with both hands, stretched his muscles and bones, and rushed forward when his health was full, and saw these old Jeffs shouting very cooperatively: "Don't you want to fight to get stronger and get more gray coins, then hurry up and kill these monsters, don't let this kid take the lead." ”

"How powerful is he to rob all the monsters here, my God, there won't be tens of thousands of rotten people here, what can be said in the information is that only according to the quality and quantity of equipment, how much equipment can appear on my body?"

Hearing Fangzheng's underestimation, Old Jeff saw that Fang Zheng had already rushed over to shoot and contact after the incidental battle, his eyes opened violently, because Old Jeff thought of one point, that is, those gray quality bullets in Fangzheng's storage ring are also counted as equipment, tens of thousands of bullets can allow Fang Zheng to fight a war, and it also proves one point, that is, monsters will appear in a terrifying number.

Just after two of Fangzheng's seven bullets hit the same rotten man, and the exact time had passed for three minutes, the first mission finally appeared.

"The first ring task, solve at least 5,000 rotten people in three days, and those who are not completed will be wiped out!"

"Fuck, fart, solve five thousand rotten people in three days, I don't sleep and I have to kill four every minute!" Not only Fang Zheng, but also the belligerent Wu Yong were taken aback, at this time, the two of them did not have to worry about the problem of robbing monsters, because after every one less rotten person in the cafeteria, one more rotten man would appear from a distance, and then a few extra rotten people would come to this side.

Looking at the rotten man who had become a sea, Fang Zheng didn't know why he glanced at the indifferent old Jeff, because Fang Zheng always felt that the matter was related to the old Jeff.

Could it be because he knew something but hid it?

However, Fang Zheng didn't have time to talk nonsense, so he was haunted by the evil consequences of his own self-inflicted, because just after Fang Zheng's shot, the six corrupt people who heard the gunfire looked towards Fang Zheng's side, and when they found Fang Zheng, they collided with the rotten people around them and ran towards Fang Zheng slowly.

The rotten man they collided with should not be able to see Fang Zheng in theory, but seeing that there were only six rotten people in front of Fang Zheng, the old Jeff who felt that Fang Zheng was too relaxed secretly threw small stones at a few rotten people, and then took advantage of Fang Zheng's concentration to face the six rotten people, and moved behind Fang Zheng in one step.

So more rotten people slowly walked towards Fang Zheng's side, and their target was also transferred to Fang Zheng because of Old Jeff's retreat.

"Hey, old guy, there are so many rotten people, I can't kill enough by myself, can't you help me?"

"It's your business to kill enough and not kill enough, and you're good at it!" Old Jeff knocked out a rotten man with two shots, but Fang Zheng didn't hear the sound of himself killing the rotten man, so a bad message appeared.

"Am you mistaken, aren't you supposed to be my summon, why didn't you count me as a kill after you killed the rotten!"

For this news that made him a little desperate, looking at the rotten man in front of him, Fang Zheng, who was squeezing over, waved his left hand, took a few steps forward and slashed the rotten man's neck, and the pistol in his right hand shot the head at close range, and under the increase in damage, it was naturally a move to kill this rotten man.

But the battle of the square really began.

Seeing that Fang Zheng was dodging the attack of the rotten man in a hurry, and the battle royal, which integrated melee attack and defense in his left hand, blocked the attack in a panic, and how many good opportunities to attack were wasted, Wu Yong sighed that all the good things were in the hands of the pig, and at the same time, he was also underlining what kind of effect he could play if he, a person who was proficient in melee combat, got this thing.

With a slight slap with one hand, the face of the rotten man in front of him turned, Wu Yong flashed to his side standing on the side of the rotten man, not letting himself be surrounded by the rotten man, but trying to face the least rotten man, and at the same time holding one of the rotten man's hands with the other hand, and at the same time sweeping the rotten man's legs with his right leg, pulling the rotten man's arm when he fell, and pulling the rotten man up violently, and finally holding the top of the rotten man's head and chin with both hands, twisting it hard, "Kala", and the rotten man died on the spot.

It only took ten seconds for Wu Yong to do this, which was not as much as the strength he had to spend on a meal, looking at the rotten people in the sea, Wu Yong did not want to die like Fang Zheng at all, but regarded these as stepping stones for himself to become stronger, every time he killed a rotten person, Wu Yong was able to get a little gray coin, and Wu Yong became stronger and further away.

Thinking of becoming stronger, Wu Yong, a person who has reached the peak in his own field, but has stopped because of the limits of the human body, does not think that it is a bad situation for the earth to be turned into a playground, on the contrary, Wu Yong seems to have seen the warriors recorded in ancient documents, as if he has seen Xiang Yu who lifts the top and the overlord who has a hard bow, although the two are the same person, but this does not hinder Wu Yong's worship of it.

Looking at a few rotten people, Wu Yong's fighting blood boiled, rushed forward and held the faces of the two rotten people with both palms wide open, and suddenly knocked them together, and when the rotten people behind rushed over, he pushed the two rotten people and threw them on the bodies of the rotten people, took a step back, swept the whirlwind legs, and reflexively rotated the sweeping legs again, sweeping the leaves with the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, and swept the rotten people who were leaning towards one side to the side.

Stepping on the bodies of a few rotten people, he quickly raised his legs and fell, and a series of injuries flew out like a prelude to falling snow on a snowy day, compared to the advantages and weaknesses of physical strength that was still adapted to being taught by Old Jeff, Wu Yong had completely adapted to these.

The physical strength consumed by raising the legs every time is pitiful, but when a person with a physique more powerful than the boxing champion makes it continuously, because the physical strength can be quickly recovered as long as it is not used up once, so Wu Yongkuai's legs are linked like a machine gun, and the following few rotten people are directly killed in seconds.

And for the remaining few rotten people, Wu Yong stepped forward to dodge and pounce forward while slapping it to the ground with both hands, so the pounce that was not considered damage was judged to be Wu Yong's injury because of Wu Yong's touch, although the damage value was only more than ten points, but this also reflected a person's quality problem. Of course, the qualities here refer to the fighting qualities.

Watching Fang Zheng accidentally fall to the ground, he killed the rotten man on his body with the gun in his hand, and then Zhan Yu boldly waved it, kicked away the other rotten man, turned over and dodged the attack of the rotten man on the side, and then the pistol in his hand panicked and said that a few rotten people were killed one by one, and Zhan Yu directly stabbed the rotten man's throat when the rotten man finally pounced, killing in one fell swoop, Old Jeff sighed at Fang Zheng who wiped sweat.

"The gap between the two is really not ordinarily big, this kid, it seems that only by persecution can he exert all his strength, right?" Although Fang Zheng's performance has been several times better than his original performance, Fang Zheng is an ordinary person in the end, even if he is much calmer than ordinary people, and his reaction is much faster, but compared with a world-ranked martial artist, it is still far worse.

Thinking of this, old Jeff suddenly had an extra thought in his heart.